My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 92 - 81: The Wheels of War Roll In_2

"Could it be..."

Lu Xun was suddenly startled, thinking of a possibility— 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Is someone deliberately trying to provoke a conflict between humans and elves?"

"Yes."

Wei’Er nodded, confirming his suspicion.

Illegally capturing elves, and even getting vampires, selling them to those in power within the Human Federation who are afraid of death, and then deliberately sending intelligence to the Elf Race, letting them investigate...

Damn, such malicious intent!

Lu Xun couldn’t help but sigh.

Their methods were despicable, but indeed clever.

If it were just ordinary people of the Human Federation trading elves, it might not be a big issue.

After all, the Human Federation is so large, with billions of people, there are bound to be a few bad apples—it’s normal. Which race doesn’t have a few scoundrels? It’s inevitable.

Even the so-called "low-desire" Elf Race has quite a few unscrupulous individuals.

But the problem is, ordinary people simply can’t afford elves and vampires; the vast majority of humans can’t even afford regular life-extending medicine, let alone the super-effective "Elixir of Immortality."

The people involved in the case are all, without exception, high-ranking members of the Human Federation!

The buyers are all influential and powerful "representatives" within the local councils or even the Federation Council.

They, to a large extent, can represent the "Human Federation."

Human nature is complex, contradictory, and changeable.

As humans with short lifespans, how many can resist the temptation of "immortality"?

The group of elf traffickers secretly screens and selects some human leaders with weak willpower to be manipulated.

Selling elves to them, only to stab them in the back!

Creating rifts between the Elf Race and the Human Federation.

Truly malicious.

With so much effort, so much thought, so much investment, and such risks... is the only purpose to provoke a conflict between elves and humans?

Although puzzling.

But if we reason backward—

If the Elf Race and Human Federation were to break, who would benefit the most?

Quite a few, actually.

Don’t be fooled by the thirteen years Lu Xun has lived during "peacetime."

But if you widen your perspective, take a closer look at this world full of races—you’ll find that there has never been real "peace" from the start.

It can only be said that the city and race where Lu Xun resides are in a relatively peaceful period, with a stable situation and rare wars.

But looking at the world, there are plenty of ambitious people.

No shortage of restless, eager strong races either.

It’s not so easy for elves and humans to break ties; a bond of thirty thousand years isn’t for nothing.

But the dam of a thousand miles can be destroyed by an ant’s nest.

Many seemingly irreconcilable racial conflicts actually stem from seemingly trivial "small conflicts."

If not taken seriously, these small conflicts will pile up, eventually going "boom," erupting like a massive volcano.

"Are you sure? Is war coming?" Lu Xun asked in a deep voice.

"No, it’s just a speculation... Actually, it’s not just the ’Elf Smuggling Case,’ but many bizarre events have occurred in recent years."

Wei’Er said seriously, "I don’t know if war will come, but it’s certain that someone has their eyes on the Human Race and Elf Race. The current tranquility is just a precursor to the coming storm."

Lu Xun nodded and subconsciously clenched his fists.

An inexplicable sense of urgency and a layer of gloom emerged in his heart.

...War.

Such cold and cruel words.

In the face of the terrifying machinery of war, how fragile is life? Insignificant as a blade of grass.

Even King-level creatures are just dust in the wind from a single cannon shot.

Jinghai City’s six million people are merely souls under a Great Forbidden Curse.

Hopefully, the "storm" comes a bit later.

Currently, he’s just a "sapling"; he can’t yet carry the burden for himself and his family during a war; he needs time for "development and growth."

There’s still a few months left until the exams... and you’re talking about a war breaking out?

Underneath the seemingly peaceful times, undercurrents have long been stirring.

If not for Wei’Er’s information, Lu Xun might still be clueless until the war began.

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Jinghai District 17, Shuiyun Stream District.

Li Xiaoning could now eat on her own, no longer needing someone to feed her by hand.

"Brother Lu’s cooking is getting better and better!" she praised with shiny eyes.

"As long as you like it." Lu Xun nodded and said to her, "I was at a friend’s house handling some matters earlier, so I’m a bit late."

Having visited Wei’Er’s place, it was almost one in the afternoon when he finally arrived to prepare lunch for Li Xiaoning and change her father’s bandages.

"It’s alright, I’m already very grateful that you came." She spoke sincerely.

After the meal.

Lu Xun took out half a bottle of medicine and handed it to her: "This was given to me by someone; you can apply it yourself."

It turned out to be the super healing potion exclusively supplied to the Iron Guards that he got from Zhang Xinghai!

Last night, after applying the medicine to the three hundred wounds all over his body, they all healed within just over three hours, not even leaving a scar, the medicine’s effect was frighteningly strong.

Actually, he now had a special skill called "Strong Healing Spirit Light," which could heal Li Xiaoning in seconds.

But he preferred not to reveal his secret.

Using the potion worked just as well anyway.

"This medicine is incredible; you’ll be healed by tonight."—As soon as Li Xiaoning took the bottle, his voice echoed by her ear again.

She was first taken aback, and then panic overwhelmed her, her eyes scattering: "Ah? Mm, really? So... So, Brother Lu, will you come tomorrow?"

"Of course not."

Lu Xun looked at her strangely: "Once you’ve applied the medicine, you’ll be lively and bouncing by tonight. What reason would I have to come?"

He had asked Zhang Xinghai for the medicine to end his "caretaker" career early.

"... Oh." She was silent for a few seconds, her tone slightly disappointed, "Then... very well."

Lu Xun looked at this little girl of only 16, thought for a moment, and asked her, "Did you drop out of school?"

"Not yet. I’m going to school tomorrow to complete the withdrawal procedures," she replied softly.

Although Old Octopus had sent a considerable amount of money over.

But once her father’s surgery and body replacement were done, not much would be left.

With Old Octopus dead, no more money would be funneled into her grandfather’s account.

She and her father had to rely on each other; life would undoubtedly be tough in the future.

Dropping out of school, finding a job, earning money to make ends meet... that’s the reasonable life script.

Lu Xun couldn’t help but recall his own past, working as an "apprentice" in a slaughterhouse, doing "odd jobs," tirelessly earning money.

Now he no longer lacked money, with prosthetic bodies and equipment worth nearly ten billion, and cash of 180 million, all stored with Tiezhu.

He had gone from being an Inferior level student to a Lord Tier Two strongman.

All of this had happened only in the past few days.

His life had dramatically changed due to one prosthetic body named "War Ghost Type 8."

Fate is truly mysterious.

"Continue studying; education is the way out." Lu Xun thought and advised her, "If short on money, you can borrow from me and repay when you’re successful someday. However, it’s entirely your decision. I’m just making a suggestion."

"I’m leaving, see you around."

After saying this, before Li Xiaoning could respond, Lu Xun waved and turned to leave.

"Brother Lu!" she suddenly called out, her voice slightly trembling.

"Hm? Is there anything else?"

"... Thank you!"

"Oh."

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After leaving Li Xiaoning’s house,

Lu Xun adeptly visited several nearby prosthetic body shops.

He acquired some Trait Points for free.

And then moved on to the next location!

There was still plenty of time before the "ten thirty in the evening" meeting with Wei’Er.

He planned to gather Trait Points and project the Slime.

Projecting the Slime only required four thousand Trait Points, which was relatively cheap.

He was just a thousand points short.

But Lu Xun suddenly found that the civilian prosthetic bodies in Jinghai City’s physical stores were almost all analyzed by him.

There must be many on the market he hadn’t analyzed yet.

But getting them for free was unlikely; for many new prosthetic bodies, you have to place an order before they ship.

Lu Xun went through more than thirty prosthetic body shops, only earning 0.12 of a "Master Dutch."

Adding the remaining 1908 points, he barely gathered four thousand.

"Damn! I guess I’ll have to kill to get equipment."

"Following the rules, the growth is too slow. The wheels of war won’t wait for me!"

Lu Xun muttered to himself while finding a secluded spot to transform, void, and burrow.